Strange little flick of about 20 minutes' duration which was apparently created to support National Vaudeville Artists, a union representing actors. Nearly everyone who was anyone in 1931 is trotted out, playing themselves ("Why, look, it's Barbara Stanwyck!"), so it's more of a historic curiosity than anything. As far as entertainment value goes, there's a couple of good gags, but for the most part I agree with this little chap, who promised to bury the reels in the backyard "before the department of health arrives."
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